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cigsmokingman
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gramps4: im avin a gd time, cursor parked on fold, sat back, relaxed, jus kp hittin fold lol
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muggins: so many pairs on the flop
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Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.
Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the rhythm of the clock.
Federico García Lorca
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-My friend, I want to trade
my horse for her house,
my saddle for her mirror,
my knife for her blanket.
My friend, I come bleeding
from the gates of Cabra.
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Farewell
If I die,
leave the balcony open.
The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)
The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)
If I die,
leave the balcony open!
Federico García Lorca
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YOU will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.
You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet,
You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.
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Dream Girl Carl Sandburg
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dolfin: I wish you would know to play like you have luck
GeeGee68 has left
dolfin: Especially you cigsmokingman
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um, okay dolfie... okay... maybe we can try that in English next time
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dolfin: you play like shit
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vejay: is that guy on dialup
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alcaide: Danger in street
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